Give me a sign;

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I asked you to give me a sign that you were listening.
I received it on my bedroom floor.
Tears streaming  down my face, it came to me.
It was in a song.
I should have known it would be.
You know it's the gateway to my soul.
I felt you there in my dimly lit room.
Now it may not change me completely, but at least I know you're there.

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